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“I brought the beer.”

“Good man,” Tito replied, making his way into the kitchen.

“It’s not cold,” Ethan told him.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Shrugging, Ethan turned his gaze toward the tv, which Chuck was laughing at. “We on our own tonight?”

He hoped so. Tito and Chuck weren’t so bad to kill a few hours with, but Ethan did not like Lane one bit. Some people, like Tito and Chuck, were in that line of business because they didn’t think they had any better prospects and they needed the money. Lane was in it for the power. For the ability to hurt people and be praised for it.

Lane was an asshole.

And probably a sociopath, if Ethan had to guess.

Heading back into the living room, Tito planted his skinny ass in the mismatched recliner by the couch. “Naw. Lane’s around.”

Of course he was.

Ethan merely nodded, focusing his attention back on the tv.

The door to the room full of girls swung open and out stepped Lane. As soon as Lane saw Ethan sitting on the couch, he halted. “You’re back.”

Lifting his eyebrows and smirking casually, Ethan said, “Didn’t realize I’d be missed. Had to do some laundry.”

“Jack brought beer,” Chuck announced.

Lane smiled thinly, nodded at Tito, then turned and walked back into the room.

Tito got up, setting his beer down on the coffee table, and headed back there with Lane.

A moment later Lane reappeared without Tito, but that time his entrance was much noisier and he wasn’t alone.

Stumbling to keep pace with him as he dragged her by the arm was one of the girls—not one he had seen before. The girl was pale with wavy brown hair down past her bare breasts. She wore a scanty black skirt, a blindfold, and rope bound her hands together at the wrists.

The girls were rarely brought out of the room by themselves, and when they were, it wasn’t good news. Lane usually seemed to prefer one of the other girls, but maybe he had a new favorite. Ethan felt a passing wave of sympathy for her—he couldn’t imagine the bastard would be gentle.

“Well, don’t be rude,” Lane said lightly. “Come say hi.”

Ethan rose to his feet, glancing at the girl. “She new?”

“Brand new. What do you think?”

Forcing a casual nod, he said simply, “Nice.”

Lane nodded his agreement. “She’s all yours. We saved her for you.”

Brow furrowing in confusion, Ethan said, “Uh, whaddya mean?”

Catching on faster than Ethan, Chuck offered an enthusiastic, “Nice!”

“She was acting up earlier,” Lane supplied. “She needs to be broken in a bit.”

“I don’t,” the girl cried. “I—I told you, I…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry only counts the first time,” Lane stated. “After the first sorry, you tried to kick me in the testicles.”

“I was afraid,” she objected, her voice rising.